O, Vrba, Happy Village, My Old Hme Poem by France Preseren

O, Vrba, Happy Village, My Old Hme

O, Vrba, happy village, my old home -
My father's cottage stands there to this day.
The lure of learning beckoned me away.
Its serpent wiles enticing me to roam,

Else had I never known that heart's joy,
Sweet promise, could become a poisoned draught,
Not known myself of self-belief bereft,
Tossed in internal tempests like a toy.

A dowry riches never could surpass,
A faithful heart, a hand that's made for work,
Would have come with a chosen country lass

Serenely onward would have sailed my bark,
My house from fire, my corn from hailstorm loss
Safeguarded by my neighbour near, Sain Mark.

Bernard F. Asuncion 26 June 2017

A faithful heart.... thanks for posting.....

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Upendra Upm 26 June 2017

tossed in internal tempest like a toy.riches can never surpass a faithful heart36778

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Sylvaonyema Uba 26 June 2017

A good use of sonnet and the rhyme scheme. A systematic blend of quatrain and triplet. A good piece. Sylva.

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Edward Kofi Louis 26 June 2017

My old home! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Liza Sudina 26 June 2017

As if this poem was written about me, so close to my feelings and heart!

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Madhabi Banerjee 26 June 2017

i enjoy the poem.i recall my days by gone. thanks a lots

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